Wednesday, January 03, 2018

I deeply desire change, I am listening. But I'm still...white.




Heated, triggered, charged.  

I deeply desire change, I am listening. But I'm still...white.  The extent of my ignorance goes beyond what my white privilege can possibly comprehend.  
I can't change my skin color.  But what would happen if I simply...stayed?  No pushing, no trying too hard.  If I just authentically stayed.
I made the choice to stay. The friend to whom I wrote this song also chose not to walk away.  We spoke truth, we created art, we shared our passions and our vulnerabilities.  We saw each others' heart.  The world of separation we're both experiencing because of our skin color didn't change overnight.  But I learned that freedom can sound like new friends sitting under blankets by candlelight, stirring tea with a simple spoon. 
And it felt to us like a start. 
Here's to love. 
-Emily

"Here's to Love"
Music and Lyrics by Emily Potter
I almost lost you, my friend
because of the colors of our skin
I am earth, you are wind
We'd never understand where we've been

I almost walked away that day
afraid of you
Then your eyes intertwined with mine
from across the room
And I stayed
And you stayed

I leaned in
You whispered to me
Here's to love
Here's to love
Walls wore thin
with every sip of tea
Here's to love
Here's to love

Our candle swelled its light through the night
Veils fell from my eyes
Sunrise heard us say I love you
Before we said goodbye

You said, look how beautiful the world can be
I said, the only way for change starts with me
If not you
Who 

Walls crashed down
When you whispered to me
Here's to love
Here's to love
Freedom sounds
like friends stirring tea
Here's to love
Here's to love
Here's to love
Here's to love

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